I don't know where my face is going, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Year after year, spring is similar,
People vary from year to year.
I don't know where my face is going, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Year after year, spring is similar,
People vary from year to year.
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